A city that speaks of summer; always. A winter mist, masks itself in the shape of a cumuli creeps itself on the outer radius of Savannah; hiding the erotics, alcoholics, and lost wanderers akin.
When you wake up--the eyes are not open quite wide enough yet/ you see slant. The world imbalanced, disproportionate, unparalleled and uncontrolled. Drink strong coffee, fry an egg, read the news, and for the finale write to life the mundane.
